Chapter 1629 Come and Hug You on the 15th

Because they hadn't seen each other for just a few days, Hetun's hair had almost turned gray.

And people seem to have aged a lot all of a sudden!

A few days ago, Hetun could still be described as "old and strong";

But at this moment, Hetun looks more real if he looks senile!

Like an old man who is dying! An old man who looks much older than Grandpa Mo!

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

The little guy asked in astonishment, "Why are you so old?"

"Nono..."

Hetun wanted to use his only broken arm to pick up his grandson Nono, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't lift up Lin Nuo's weight.

"Father, don't move! Just lie down and I'll hold you for fifteen!"

The little guy ran over, quickly climbed onto the bed, and hugged Hetun tightly, who was in pain.

"Nono, how is your dad? And your mommy..."

"My biological father is still in the hospital. But he can already eat. My mommy... is raising her baby at home. Both she and her sister need a good rest." Of course the little guy won't say: Mommy and Duoduo Went shopping and watched a movie.

"Let Alang suffer... let you suffer with your adoptive father! Let your adoptive father see your hands..."

Hetun wanted to check the little guy's severed finger, but the little guy immediately hid behind him.

"Father, don't look at it! It's very ugly now. I won't let you look at it until the nails grow out!"

"I'm sorry... my foster father is sorry for you and your father... my foster father deserves to die! Death is not a pity! My foster father should not have come back alive!"

"Father, don't do this!"

The loneliness in the era of heroes is not terrible; what is terrible is the spiritual loneliness of heroes!

The last thing Xing Twelve wanted to see was that Hetun was in a low mood and kept talking about his 'damn' all day long.

"Father, you don't have to blame yourself! It was Seresto who deserved it! But he is already dead! No one can hurt our family anymore!"

The little guy rubbed Hetun's cheek and said, "Father, you have to be well. I'm still waiting for you to recover soon and take me out to play happily! My biological father and mother have a new favorite sister. Father loves me the most now! You must not die! You are not allowed to die even at the age of fifteen!"

"Nono...don't you hate your adoptive father?"

Hetun was both happy and sad to hear Sun Tzu's heart-warming words.

"Of course I don't hate you! You are Shi Fifteen's favorite adoptive father! You are also Shi Fifteen's favorite biological grandfather!"

Love should be loving. But using the word 'favorite' seems a bit too flattering and comforting.

"Has Fifteen ever thought of blaming his adoptive father?"

The little guy was squirming around in Hetun's arms, which could soothe a little bit of Hetun's self-hatred.

"A little bit! But it's not about Seresto, but... it's about the fact that my adoptive father beat my biological father like that, and Shi Fifteen was really sad for a long time! His adoptive father later realized that he was wrong, and Fifteen I have forgiven my adoptive father! But I am afraid that my biological father cannot forgive you yet! But adoptive father, you still have me to pamper and love! Fifteen will always be my adoptive father’s darling, the most beloved adoptive father. son!"

The little guy is still very proud of this.

Because he is the favorite of his adoptive father Hetun! none of them!

Unlike his biological father Feng Xinglang, who likes to change his mind so much: he actually fell in love with those two impostors!

"Nono...thank you! You are such a good child of my adoptive father! My adoptive father is counting on you for his life!"

Hetun's heart, which had been pessimistic and despairing for several times, was once again soothed by the little guy's heart-warming gesture.

After being intimate with Hetun for a while, the little guy seemed to feel that something was missing.

He raised his head from Hetun's arms and saw only Xing Twelve wandering around in front of him, wiping and disinfecting Hetun.

"Lao Twelve, where is Lao Ba? Let Lao Ba go get some breakfast for me and my adoptive father! I didn't even eat breakfast in order to see my adoptive father earlier!"

The little guy is all kinds of arrogant. It has become natural to handle these adopted brothers who are older than him.

"Breakfast is ready, I'll bring it over right away."

The person who answered the call turned out to be Xing Shishi, who had been waiting at the outer door.

"Who wants you to go?! I want Lao Ba to go! Where is Lao Ba? Where has he been hiding and lazing around?"

The little guy's willful words and deeds once again hurt the hearts of Hetun and Xing Twelve.

"Lao Ba, he...he...went away to enjoy the mountains and rivers! Please don't miss him too much!"

Xing Twelve's voice was choked with sobs. He could only pass Xing Ba's original words to Lin Nuo.

"Laoba went on a trip to the mountains and rivers? Do you think I would believe it?"

The little guy widened his wise eyes, "My adoptive father was injured so seriously and he was unconscious for two days. How could I be willing to leave my adoptive father to go sightseeing? Besides, even if I was willing to leave him My adoptive father, who is seriously injured, is reluctant to leave me behind! Because I am his fifteenth favorite brother!"

As he talked, the little guy seemed to understand something.

The little guy asked in panic: "Lao Twelve... Lao Ba... Lao Ba, could it be... Isn't Fang dead?"

Xing Twelve lowered his head, because he was really not the kind of person who was good at lying. Even if it's a white lie!

"Old Twelve! You speak! Is Old Eighth...Is Old Eighth really...really dead? Or is he injured? Crippled? That's why he hides and refuses to see anyone!"

The little guy jumped off the bed, grabbed Xing Twelve's arm, shook it variously, and asked.

"Lao Ba, he...is dead!"

Lin Nuo's answer was Hetun Danqingqing. But that word ‘death’ is really too harsh!

"No...no! I don't believe it! I don't believe that I'm dead...I don't believe it! You guys are just teasing me! I love teasing me the most!"

"My foster father didn't lie to you...Lao Ba...is really dead!"

The tears that the little guy had been holding back finally burst out uncontrollably at this moment: he threw his head back and cried loudly!

Seeing the little guy crying, Xing Twelve, who had been holding back for several days, also broke down and sobbed.

The little guy cried unbridled, and no one tried to persuade him.

If Xing Bazhen really has a soul in heaven, he must be relieved to see this scene.

Because he has such a high status in the eyes of his favorite fifteenth brother! At least the little guy can cry so loudly for him!

In order to comfort Xing Ba's spirit in heaven, knowing that Xing Ba cared most about his fifteenth brother besides his adoptive father, Xing Twelve secretly recorded the little boy's cries. Even if he built a tomb for Xing Ba in the future, there would still be something there. Put it in.

"The stinky old man must not be dead! He is the worst! He always likes to play tricks on me!"

The little guy cried again, "He must be hiding somewhere to be lazy..."

Hetun and Xing Twelve took turns comforting each other for a long time, but they didn't stop the little thing from clinging to Xing Ba. More than an hour later, I was still humming.

"Fifteen, Brother Twelve would like to ask you for a favor..."